1. Master Of Disharmony

Master of disharmony
welcome my tainted soul
Take me from the hordes of the living
into the blessed darkness
Master of disorder
take my impure flesh
Lead me unto the path of temptation
Save me from the cowardness

Master of sin
take my cursed heart
Bring me where I can find salvation
for I am the damned

Master of death
take my pitiful life
I am enslaved
I shall never forget the pain

Master of sin
take my cursed heart
Bring me where I can find salvation
for I am the damned

Master of death
take my pitiful life
I am enslaved
I shall never forget the pain

2. Devil's Path

Never shall the sun kiss my face
And caress me with its burning light
For I dwell in the shadows
And sleep side by side with death

In dark desire I embrace the whore
Giving her an escape from an unworthy life
For with the appearance of a fallen angel
I serve darkness

I am a prince among the damned
As I've been for an eternity
The monark in a dark paradise
Cursed by life and the living

Oh tremble not my immortal heart
Trough you beat in the shadows of death
Eternal life is the blessing
And I shall rule for another thousand years

3. Nocturnal Fear

оригинал: Celtic Frost

Obscurity hides the plateau
Stars darkened at their place
Nanna's glowing above
Illuminates the silent scenery

Seven they are-Yeziti's Call
Aeon of night-Eager to prevail

From the mountains of dawn they cry
The call of the frantic god
From the womb of mother earth they scream
The wage of creation and sin

Seven they are-Yeziti's Call
Aeon of night-Eager to prevail

"The sleeping lord awakes
Tiamat pulls on her chains
The blind phantom rages
Azag-Thoth Howls
Vibrations at the black ethers edge
As nocturnal fear penetrates the land
Ecstatical celebrations at their zenith
The seven sharpen their claws"

Winds emerge from the east
Deep dark water moves
Even the cold moon eclipses
When they adore the dog-faced-beast

Seven they are-Yeziti's Call
Aeon of night-Eager to prevail

As they admit the infernal tide
The eye on the throne derides
The old gods and their tribes
In chaos Tiamat laughs pride.

Seven they are-Yeziti's Call
Aeon of night-Eager to prevail

4. Nocturnal Fear (Celtically processed)

оригинал: Celtic Frost